Temple of the Lord…

There was an old temple in shambles. Though there was a priest to perform the necessary prayers, not much attention was given to the temple at all. Over a period of time, the physical structure had gathered dust and mould, the walls were cracked, the arts and crafts were damaged and the sculptures missed some parts here or there.

One fine day, someone realized that the temple needed repairs. So, the place was dusted, cleaned and repaired! Cracks were filled, the art were renovated, the sculptures were repaired… Day after day, months after months, the painstaking work continued.

And finally, the temple was restored to its original glory!

All the religions and the spiritual teachers say our body is a temple. The temple of the Lord, the Divine resides within us and everything we do is an offering to the Divine within.

But then, what about the lack of attention? The fries, soft drinks and other unhealthy food we put in our body, the lack of exercise  leading to accumulation of fat all over the body, the unhealthy emotions we carry all day long and the cobwebs gathered in our minds due to lack of use?

It is time to finally realize the extent of the damage we do to ourselves! It is time to take a rain check and amend our ways!

Slowly, one step a time, we have to make the changes to bring our self to its full glory, to stand tall and make ourselves worthy of the Divine residing within.

A drastic change is not feasible, but at the same time, change is not impossible! The only essential thing is the determination to get through…the courage to get back up on the feet when you fall…the strength of the mind to resist temptations…

It is time to restore this beautiful temple back to its actual glory!

Red circles everywhere…

My younger daughter, four and a half year old, has just started school this year (April)…

She loves going to school; I am the one who is under immense stress! Reason for my stress – I see her notebooks everyday with red circles all over – each  letter going even one tenth of a millimeter outside the ‘blue lines’ in the ‘four line page’ is marked with a circle…and then a comment at the bottom “child needs more practice’’. In her defense, her formations are correct, some of them only go over the lines! But since I see these circles day after day, I keep pestering her to write correctly, write more and then some more…

My dear one, who is new to the whole experience of getting up early and going to school, comes back drained in this scorching heat…I pity her and pamper her for a while, but soon it is time for the strict mother to surface! Time to study! And there I see the red circles again!

Well, after quite a few days of stress I decided that there is no point in putting so much pressure on my kid…She might take some time to get used to writing…but eventually she will learn. And she has her whole life in front of her to keep writing, writing and writing. She is only in KG! I became relaxed, and shouted less at her. Did it make a difference? I don’t exactly know. But the fact is – she is improving every day, little by little she is making progress.

So I started thinking: Was it right by the teacher to do this? What was her reason behind this?

I do not have any answers to these questions, but since my child hasn’t complained about her teacher, I thought probably the red marks were meant for the mothers who have to get their kids to do the homework!

Anyway, did my child benefit from my being less stressed about her work? I think she did. She is not as unhappy as she was about writing now.

And, did it help me? A big ‘Yes’…

I know my child is capable, I know I can teach her…so what difference does it make if she gets a C1 in the first assessment!

I will better make learning a joyful experience for her…

Memories fade…

Image courtesy: google
Image courtesy: google

Memories fade…

On the spur of the moment, today I read the diary notes I had written almost four years ago during the time of my daughter’s surgery. It braught tears to my eyes, I could feel my heart clenching within me…! The memories of those seven days, the terrible sadness and anxiety I felt during the pre-op days, the pain I felt when she cried with pain during the post-op period, the look of fear I saw in her eyes…I relived every thing that I jotted down during those few days…

When I was writing my feelings down during those days, it was thinking my daughter (who at that time was 9 months old) might like to know, some day, what it was like during the time she had her surgery. I never imagined that reading those notes at a later time would affect me as it did!

Anyway, the topic I wished to write about was not the pain or the feelings I had when my daughter had surgery, but how memories fade and the power of the written word.

I wondered whether it is a common trend in men, to forget things, the experiences we have, the pain and anguish we suffer, the excitement and joy we feel!

Could it be possible that it is part of an escape plan, when we bury our pains or anxieties so deep down within our subconscious that it never surface again, so that we go on leading our lives in the semblance of normalcy?

But then, how can be the forgotten joys explained? I tried to revive the joy I felt while holding my baby for the first time in my hands, and somehow the same feeling has not recurred. Yes, I can explain what had happened on that day, minute by minute, but the exact degree of the emotion I felt then cannot be reached…

Could it be possible that the accumulation of day-to-day experiences push all our past emotions to the background, to make way? There they remain collecting dust, awaiting a day when they are remembered again. And to recollect and remember we often need the aid of a diary note which might act as a vaccum cleaner…!